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CHAPTER 3The arrival of his twin nieces was like the detonation of a small tactical nuclear bomb.You knew it was coming because of the frantic beeping on the radar screen and you knew how dangerous it was, but there was really no escaping the inevitable outcome no matter what measures you took to evade the situation.So Don Luigi did the same as all the others and simply put his head down between his legs and kissed his ass – Goodbye!This arrival was even more symbolic than the previous visits because the girls were now of a socially acceptable nubile age to engage in the hedonistic sparring of pretty young things in the first blush of youth. In earlier years, it was all fumbling and groping and frenzied furtive movements under beach towels and concealing sofa spreads. Luigi had made an effort to educate the girls in the geography of men before they made mistakes with pimply-faced youths with undisciplined love tools. It must have helped because neither of them had developed swollen bellies before they finished their education.More importantly, they were both equally at ease with Don Luigi’s innuendo and suggestive hints that they present their newly minted centers of pleasure for his joyful release.His hawk-eyed wife was on red alert whenever he came into close proximity to the girls and he didn’t really mind because he knew she could not be everywhere all the time.The girls were a bit subdued that first day because Lucretia was still wearing her inflated splint for the broken leg she had suffered on the ski slopes on a mountain holiday before Christmas.It was a nasty break and one that signaled her terminal chance of competing in the Olympics the following year. It did nothing to improve her attitude which had always be a bit rotten ever since her introduction to oral sex serving as a convenient willing entryway for a gang of rich, spoiled boys concerned more with humiliating females than in a normal relationship. Fortunately, her parents and the school authorities never suspected her involvement in the cabal of miscreants. It was probably her great good luck that they were all shipped off to a private school in the country to finish their last year of schooling.Angelica had her suspicions that Lucretia had been sucking off boys behind her back but she had no proof and her twin sister pretended she didn’t even know what “getting on her knees” meant when she was questioned by the police.Everyone assumed that Lucretia was the innocent one and that Angelica was the naughty twin because she seemed to know an awful lot about every kinky nuance of lust and immorality and could recite the facts and figures of numerous fetishes without referring to notes or opening a single book.The simple truth of that matter was that she was a girl that had a good memory and she enjoyed reading lurid stories and poems about the kinky inclinations of all humans including those dedicated to service to God and Holy Church. She was often seen making her way into the church basement to confess her “sins” to the elderly priest. He was a sour-faced man with never a smile for any of the penitent souls kneeling before him in hope of receiving forgiveness for their transgressions.Angelica was quivering with shame and guilt over her imagined impure thoughts for the past several nights. She knew that she was still technically a virgin but the priest had convinced her that she was riddled with the subtle touch of the devil and her body was more to blame than her innocent brain or well-intentioned soul.Whilst she recited her penance in a shaky voice, Angelica felt her dress being lifted in the back as she knelt on the confession bench and she knew it was time for her to receive the cleansing entry of the shaft of redemption in her brown eye of the devil’s mischief. Sometimes it took a hard pounding back there to release her from the devil’s grip, but she knew the dedicated priest would take his time and hit her every last corner before spilling the cream of enlightenment into her pulsating gut.She always felt so cleansed and renewed after confession and she looked forward to her visit with Don Luigi because he seemed to understand her needs better than most of the young boys that only looked her way because she was willing to let them use her mouth or her devil’s cave between her buttocks to relieve them of their teenaged boy pressures with no obligation.Now, she had the added burden of taking up the slack with her sister somewhat incapacitated due to the broken leg. Sometimes, poor Lucrecia was so caught up in the itching and the depression of not being able to move properly that Angelica felt obligated to take care of all the sexual demands that they used to tend to as a team hiding their complicit guilt from prying eyes.Angelica thought now it would be nice to wear bikinis and stretch out on the clean white sand for a change and not be concerned at all with the stresses of meeting new boys or acting flirtatiously with insincere promises of carnal bliss. She was a good one for promising even when she knew that her seductive entanglements would never materialize in the realm of reality. It was strange because she knew her sister was just the opposite and never promised anything she couldn’t deliver on with complete honesty.She was moving a bit stiffly as if she had a hot poker up her ass and the experienced females observing her knew exactly what she had been up to. Most of them were envious because the young boys were so into sports and cars that they seldom considered the needs of their female companions after the lights went low and they changed into something more comfortable for the nocturnal hours. The older males were either fearful of their spouses or had assorted problems in getting the degree of hardness needed for truly depraved kinkiness.With no other alternative, she settled for the friendly attentions of the young maid called Maria to tuck her in in a way that would insure her relaxed sleep for the midnight hours. The girl was not well versed in the spider webs of seduction but she certainly had the tools she needed to satisfy anyone interested in carnal activities in any way they were inclined to make the center of attraction. Her curves were ripe and ready for stealthy investigation and it seemed she was a wet little creature quick to squirt her pleasure and appreciative for covert lust in a private setting.
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